The Inmates Run the Asylum

Dad got a new Jeep today. It's a blue '98 Jeep Cherokee that's pretty much just like his old white '93 Jeep Cherokee, just newer, a different color, and not deer marked.

Dad mentioned ysterday that if he could get off work early today, that he might be getting one. He'd had his eye on it for awhile and the price was right. If it ran nice, he'd get it.

I didn't think anything of it because he's said that before about other cars and didn't even bother to mention it to Carrie.

Today, Dad bought the Jeep and I was recruited to drive the old Jeep home. All of this went down before Carrie even woke up.

There was some talk about hiding the old Jeep and trying to convice her that the new Jeep was the jeep we'd had the whole time, but that was too labor intensive.

So when Carrie got up, I pointed out the new Jeep.

Me: That's Dad's new Jeep.
Carrie: No it's not.
Me: Uh, yeah, it is. He just bought it this morning.
Carrie: Nuh uh. It's the loaner. Your dad was talking about taking the other one in to be fixed.

At the point, I stumble into the living room, laughing my ass off, to tell Dad, who also laughed his ass off.

It took Dad actually showing Carrie the receipt to get her to believe us.

Carrie is apparently self-pranking. Just set her up and her own misconceptions just carry the joke along without any effort at all. No fuss, no muss.

Handy dandy, indeed.

Right after Carrie was convinced that Dad really bought the Jeep, she looked at me and said, "This is going in your journal, isn't it?"

Of course!